This is the first time that such a situation has occurred in the first gasification and three clearings.

Just controlling the person in front of him may make his spirit no longer have any more power.

"It looks like the strength is average, what is the reason why the price of dealing with you is so great."

The spells and wails whistling around made Zhang Qing have no time to think, since he couldn't control it, he could only kill.

The flames pierced through Zhou Heng's chest, and he didn't understand why he killed himself after saving himself.

Picking up Zhou Heng's storage ring, Zhang Qing found something in it.

A golden jade lotus, even in the storage ring, could not hide the brilliant brilliance, and the majestic energy lingered in it, as if it could destroy everything in the world.

Zhang Qing could clearly perceive the flame power contained in it, and couldn't help but glance at the towering Suluo tree not far away.

Are you planning to rely on this thing to burn the Sara tree? Ling Feng Sect was very calculating, knowing that his Golden Lotus might not have a chance.

It's a pity that Zhou Heng's luck is really not very good, and he happened to run into Zhang Qing in front of him.

Even with the storage ring put into the purple gold bowl, Zhang Qing planned to leave this place immediately.

But Zhang Qing, who was just about to leave, stopped the next moment, and Zhang Jingyao's voice came from a delicate token in his hand.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Qing turned his head directly and walked towards the Suluo tree.

The hundred-foot-tall shadow of the towering giant wooden leaves swayed uneasily under the boundless demonic mist above his head, as if he felt something terrifying.

But Zhang Qing stopped Zhou Heng, but now there is no one to stop Zhang Qing.

Standing in front of the huge tree trunk, Zhang Qing took out the small jade lotus, and the moment it touched the air, the void was burned.

In an instant, all the people on the battlefield could feel that their surroundings had become extremely hot, and even the demon mist above their heads had become infinitely boiling, as if they were frightened and uneasy.

Without much hesitation, Zhang Qing directly pressed Yulian towards the Suluo tree.

The golden flames spread from the trunk of the tree to the canopy of the tree a hundred feet above their heads at an unbelievable speed, and in just an instant, the most precious thing in the Lingwu Mountains changed color.

The flames were dazzling, and no matter where they were in the Lingwu Mountains at this moment, they could see the sky-high flames and a giant tree that was faintly struggling in it.

The five immortal law seed golden lotuses in the distance also turned their heads in a daze, and their expressions became hideous under the firelight.

"No !!"

At this moment, Qiu Yifeng and the others couldn't sit still at all, and tried their best to rush towards the side of the Suluo tree, but the movement in the distance also made the countless demons in the mountain range howl.

At this moment, a million demons roared, swarming towards the Sura tree without any command from the big demon.

Zhang Qing didn't know anything about the movement in the distance, and at this moment he held his breath and stared at the Suluo tree in front of him with shocked eyes.

Looking deep into the trunk of the Sura tree, to be precise, ignited by the flames.

Zhang Qing, who was equipped with immortal fire, could clearly see that inside the Suluo tree, there was an egg, an egg with a transparent color, and a six-legged fist-sized pitch-black ant was sleeping soundly in the egg.

The sleeping posture is freehand, but it is devouring the essence of the entire Sura tree.

As if noticing Zhang Qing's gaze, the pitch-black ant opened his eyes, rubbed his eyes humanely with his two legs or hands, and then looked at Zhang Qing curiously.

With such a casual glance, the red immortal fire on Zhang Qing's body ignited out of thin air, boiling in an instant, and touched the golden flame that ignited the Suluo tree.

All the energy that was burned poured into Zhang Qing's body, and white smoke continued to rise out of the seven orifices, and the internal organs were burned clean at this moment.

In the past, only the Zhang family ignited the flesh and blood in other people's bodies, but now such a thing has appeared in Zhang Qing's body.

Frightened, he hurriedly cut off all contact with the flames, Zhang Qing retreated frantically, and then watched as the mana he turned into an immortal fire became part of the golden flames.

The black ant sneered, as if laughing at Zhang Qing's indiscretion, and then it raised its head to look at the sky.

The thunder, the wind, the rain, the sound was deafening, and in the midst of this boundless roar, a faint roar resounded through the void.

In response, there was an endless and continuous demonic roar.

In the sky, Qiu Yifeng and the others looked at the army of Ling Feng Sect and Miaofa Twin Temples, and their eyes became extremely angry.

"Circumference Forest!" In anger, Qiu Yifeng manipulated the flying sword and turned into thousands of sword qi to cover the sect master of the Ling Feng Sect.

"Hahahaha! What if you kill me? If you want to occupy us and the Lingwu Mountains, you are also worthy? Zhou Changlin, who was covered in blood in an instant, vomited blood and laughed.

"Today, not only will your three major families lose the Straw Tree, but all of you will have to die here!"

On the ground, the faces of the monks of the three major families who were fighting with a twin temple were still uncontrollable shock.

"Why? Why is this happening? ”

They were obviously there to remind a twin temple of the truth of the cold lips and teeth, why would a twin temple attack them desperately? Why?

If Zhang Qing was here, he might have answered his question, because this is the Lingwu Mountain Range, where a twin temple has multiplied for hundreds of thousands of years.

Even if this place is destroyed, a twin temple will not be willing to give everything here to others.

Of course, all this is still the same sentence, looking at the feelings and determination of a twin temple towards the Lingwu Mountain Range.

Even he just thought that the appearance of a twin temple would make the losses of the three major families greater, so there would be only one result, and after the war ended, the three major families would no longer have the ability to clean up the demons, so they could only turn the blade.

The three major families themselves destroyed a twin temple, and they were able to occupy the Lingwu Mountain Range, and at that time, for Zhang Qing, they also achieved another goal, that is, the failure of the three major families in a sense.

The three major families personally slaughtered a twin temple, they couldn't hide it from the Eagle Temple, and they couldn't hide it from the other sects behind the twin temples, how would they deal with these immortal families when the time came, Zhang Qing had to get an answer.

But no matter what he thought, when he set the tree on fire himself, the pitch-black ant appeared, and everything became even different.

Standing in the distance, Zhang Qing turned around suddenly, but the hideous tiger leaped over Zhang Qing's head and pounced on the flame that ignited the Suluo tree without hesitation.

Then the screams resounded through the forest, and the tiger struggled for only three breaths before turning to ashes and scattering.

More and more demons appeared around the Sara tree, swooping down on the burning giant tree, and deep in the trunk, the black ant showed an intoxicated expression.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Qing couldn't help but be horrified in his heart, and ran into the distance without looking back.

The moment he turned around, the boundless dim demon mist that permeated the sky above the Lingwu Mountain Range took on a spiral, and a jet-black pillar of light fell from the sky.

The black pillars of light that connected the heavens and the earth pierced through the heavens and the earth, and fell directly on the top of the Sura tree's head, and the golden flames collided with the black air current, but it was a circle of blood-colored qi waves that spread out in all directions.

Under the blood sacrifice of more and more demons, after being stopped by the pitch-black pillar of light in the demon mist, the golden flames on the Suluo tree began to weaken, and there was no longer such dazzling light and scorching heat, and it seemed that it was about to retreat.

There were so many Golden Lotus cultivators in the sky who were fighting, and no one could care about this treasure.

Until beyond the Lingwu Mountain Range, thousands of Buddha lights surged towards this side, and the huge golden crocodile phantom turned into a streamer of light, and in the mouth of the blood basin, a loud roar dispelled all the haze.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"